The Villain's Counterattack

Chapter 162: The Eight Running Dogs of the Yuan Dynasty and the Six Major Sects of the Imperial Cour

The Wudang Clan was the last to arrive. Unlike the original novel, the Five Elements Banner didn't put up much resistance, merely feigning a show of resistance. They slaughtered any small sects suspected of being Mongol spies. As for the six major sects, they sent experts to harass them, slowing their movements without actively attacking them. Even when they saw them from a distance, they simply displayed their power, intimidated them briefly, and then quickly retreated, allowing them to successfully complete their reunion.

The top leaders of the six major sects gathered together. Two of the three Shaolin masters, Kongwen, Kongxing and Kongzhi, came. They were Kongzhi and Kongxing. One was quite intelligent and the other was skilled in martial arts and had a pure mind. There was Xian Yutong from the Huashan Sect, the Five Elders of Kongtong from the Kongtong Sect, Master Miejue from the Emei Sect, and Song Yuanqiao and Song Qingshu from the Wudang Sect. However, the Kunlun Sect did not have any masters.

"Masters from the six sects have gathered together to besiege Bright Summit this time, but the Demon Cult also has a large number of people and many masters. The Line of Sky is easy to defend but difficult to attack, and the Five Elements Flag has amazing power, so it is difficult to break through in a hurry." Kong Zhi is not a reckless person. The Western Region was originally an important place for the Ming Cult, and there were many Ming Cult disciples around. This time they attacked in a big way, and the Ming Cult had already prepared. If it weren't for the Wudang Sect making too much noise and attracting their troops, the consequences would have been disastrous. At least that's what they thought.

Kong Zhi looked around, trying to find someone who could offer advice, but it seemed no one was up to the task. Only Song Qingshu sat cross-legged, seemingly in deep meditation. A thought struck him, wondering if the Wudang Sect had already come up with a plan. He then said, "Master Song, you've gained the most from subduing demons along the way. Do you have any good ideas?"

Song Yuanqiao stood up and after some politeness, he said, "To be honest, we have drained most of Wudang's strength. When we received the letter, the second-generation disciples, including the second-junior brother, were not on the mountain, and the fifth-junior brother was not fit to go on the expedition. Our master was in seclusion, so we left the fourth-junior brother to guard the mountain gate. Almost everyone else has gone out. All the adult core disciples of the third generation are here, and the inner disciples have also selected the most elite twenty-one people to form three sword formations and knife and shield formations."

"On this journey, we originally just wanted to let these inner disciples get used to the brutality of direct combat, so that they wouldn't vomit all over the battlefield when they saw the blood. That's why we looked for evil people along the way to practice with them. Gradually, we found that many demon sect disciples were approaching Bright Summit. We knew that our plan might have been leaked to the demon sect, so we went around hunting down those demon sect members who tried to cut off our retreat."

"But I never thought that small amounts would accumulate into big ones. By the time we reacted, these inner disciples were already blood-thirsty and bloody, and they couldn't hide their murderous aura. If they continued like this, they would probably fall into the devil's way. So I stayed quiet for a few days and came to meet everyone." Song Yuanqiao first explained the situation of the Wudang Mountain team one by one. Everyone nodded in agreement. Although it was unintentional, it was a great deed.

Song Yuanqiao pointed at the simple map on the table and said, "Guangmingding is easy to defend but difficult to attack. A brute force attack would inevitably result in extremely heavy casualties. The Demon Cult is well-rested and occupies an advantageous position. Their numbers may not be less than ours, and they may even be greater. A brute force attack is unwise. As for ideas, Song has a plan, but it seems a bit unrighteous."

Nun Miejue said loudly, "What's the point of talking about being aboveboard with that evil cult monster? Hero Song, please tell me what you think."

"Let the disciples cheer, harass day and night, and organize masters to charge from time to time. There are many masters among our six sects, and we can rest and charge in batches. Even if we can't kill many demon cultists at the beginning, there won't be much damage. It will only take three to five days, and the demon cultists will definitely slack off. By then, all of our masters will rush up and occupy the critical nodes, and other disciples will rush to Guangmingding, which will offset this natural barrier. At that time, soldiers will face soldiers and generals will face generals, and it will depend on who has more sophisticated means." Song Yuanqiao naturally couldn't think of such a method, but Song Qingshu could.

After hearing this idea, Master Miejue immediately thought that this was definitely not Song Yuanqiao's own idea, and it was most likely the idea of ​​the boy with his eyes closed. Although he was known as a Confucian hero, he was not really a gentleman. His thoughts were really hard for ordinary people to guess.

After hearing this idea, the masters from the six major sects thought about it carefully and found that this was indeed a method that was not very aboveboard, but could reduce the damage to their disciples. They could let the masters from each sect team up to attack Yixiantian to deal with the ordinary disciples of Mingjiao. Even if they could not get there, they themselves would surely not suffer any damage.

Everyone then reported the number of masters who could participate. The Wudang Sect reported Song Yuanqiao, Yu Dayan, Yin Liting, Mo Shenggu, and Song Qingshu. Four of the Seven Heroes of Wudang, plus the first disciple of the third generation, naturally had no doubts about their martial arts prowess. Putting aside the Seven Heroes of Wudang, Song Qingshu alone was a master capable of challenging Yang Xiao. If Song Qingshu hadn't participated, they would have doubted him.

In the end, Wudang and Emei sects formed a team, Huashan and Kongtong formed a group, Kunlun had a small population and the least masters, so it had to cling tightly to Shaolin. Everyone agreed on the order, and Song Yuanqiao took the lead as the first one because it was his idea, Shaolin took the second, and Huashan and Kongtong were happy to take advantage.

The next morning, before the six major sects could make any move, two teams came to them on their own initiative. The Five Elements Flag and the Sky Eagle Sect each occupied one side. The teams were well-organized and powerful, with over a thousand people, which outnumbered the six major sects.

On the side of the Sky Eagle Sect, Yin Tianzheng was sitting on a throne, with Yin Wufu, Yin Wuyuan, and Yin Wushou lined up behind him. The five flags behind them were embroidered with the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermillion Bird, Black Tortoise, and Divine Snake respectively. Each team had no more than a hundred people, but they were all well-equipped and had an astonishing momentum.

"The sun and the moon shine, the Eagle King spreads his wings. The holy flame burns, benefiting the world." Seeing the six major sects coming out to greet them, Yin Tianzheng tapped the chair with his fingers, and the five hundred soldiers shouted in unison, which was mind-blowing. The Sky Eagle Sect had a very neat military formation.

Song Qingshu complained madly in his heart, this old man is really good at showing off, the formation formation that he passed on to him has actually become his guard of honor. You, the dignified Eagle King, actually have the nerve to ask the four sacred beasts to guard you, it's true that a horse doesn't know how thick its skin is, and a donkey doesn't know how long its face is.

"Burn my broken body, blazing holy fire. What is the joy of life, what is the pain of death? To do good and eliminate evil, only because of light, joy, sorrow and worry, all return to dust. Have pity on us mortals, we have so many worries!" The army of five elements flags behind Yang Xiao also had a hundred people in each team, with different clothes and every move was strictly ordered.

"Yang Xiao, the Left Envoy of the Ming Cult, is honored to meet you all. I never thought that our Bright Summit would one day welcome so many fellow martial artists. What a blessing!" Yang Xiao smiled at the crowd, holding a broken iron fan in his hand. "It would be unacceptable for our Cult not to show some appreciation for the visit of the imperial generals to Bright Summit. Bring them up!"

Following Yang Xiao's order, a group of hundreds of people appeared from behind, driving seventy or eighty ragged and wounded martial artists staggering towards them.

"The Beggars' Sect, the Three Gates Gang, the Wushan Gang, the Giant Whale Gang, the Sea Sand Sect, the Divine Fist Sect, the Five Phoenix Blades, the Soul-Breaking Spear—tsk tsk, the eight lackeys of the Mongols and the six major sects of the imperial court have all arrived. My Ming Cult should feel honored." Yang Xiao's expression suddenly changed, and he sneered, "We will break the limbs of these lackeys of the Mongols and return them to them. My Ming Cult will fight the Tartars to the death. Mongol lackeys, today's gift is just a small greeting. This matter will not be easily resolved."

Amidst screams, these seventy or eighty men were left with their limbs broken. Kong Zhi's face turned ashen. Yu Daying was furious and was about to rush out, but Song Qingshu pressed his palm on his shoulder and whispered, "Most of these are genuine Mongol lackeys. It's not that they are being wronged, it's just a show. It's not yet Third Uncle's turn. Let my nephew take over."

Song Qingshu winked at Zhang Wuji, and the two of them rushed out at the same time towards the seventy or eighty wounded soldiers.

Yin Tianzheng had been to Wudang more than once, so how could he not recognize his grandson? Seeing this kid jumping out with Song Qingshu, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. What are you doing jumping out at this time?

This must be the idea of ​​that bad boy Song Qingshu. He's determined to keep me from acting rashly. If I hurt my little grandson, I'll be the one feeling the pain. But I'm only going after you. I won't touch my good grandson even a hair.

"Form a formation!" Yang Xiao gave an order, and the people behind him with the Five Elements Flag did not move. The experts in front who were driving away the wounded took out their weapons and stood in accordance with the directions of the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, and kept moving around to fight against Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji.